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Saturday, 28 March 2015

What is it about a hot, sophisticated guy who knows how to roll up his sleeves and redden his woman's ass that's so damn sexy? Mmm, maybe it's because when he's in the boardroom no one would suspect him of this, when he's making multi-million pound decisions he has to us those skilful hands to sign on the dotted line? Whatever it is, it's hot, and I have you not one but two sexy billionaires who know how to use their hands. This week meet Kane Ward, the hero of my new BDSM novel In Expert Hands.

Blurb

Imogen White has it all—a high-flying career, a prestigious London home and friends she knows will fight her corner. She’s going up, and she’s in control, she’s also got the hots for one very important, very sexy client.

Kane Ward is a self-made billionaire whose determination to be the best of the best has left him alone. He has everything money can buy, yachts, jets, and villas in all four corners of the globe, but even he can’t buy time to suit his needs.

And his needs are very specific, his desires a particular shade of kink and his tastes anything but vanilla. So when he sets his sights on Imogen it’s a given that things are going to get dark, that pleasure will be laced with pain and determining his success will be measured by her blushes and gasps and cries of delight. But Imogen doesn’t need to worry, she’s in expert hands and her every fantasy is about to come true—and then some she’d never imagined even in her wildest dreams.

“Tell me it’s sexy,” he said, rubbing her clit.

“Ah…oh, yes…sexy, it’s sexy.” Damn, she was so aroused, more than she’d realized, and him doing that…

“Sir,” he said a little sharply.

“Sir, it’s sexy, Sir.”

He gave a lopsided smile and eased a finger high into her entrance.

Imogen felt her knees slacken.

“There we go,” he said, pulling out. “That’s why we have the bench.” He scooped her close and steered her to the middle of the room.

As she walked, her breasts stayed taut and swollen; the rope didn’t move, it kept her bound.

Kane maneuvered her to the end of the bench then pressed the center of her back. “Bend over double,” he said. “But tell me if it’s too uncomfortable on your chest.”

She did as he’d asked. The leather was cool on her hot nipples, and as she put her weight lower the sensation in her breasts increased, making them more sensitive and adding to the maelstrom of arousal darting around her body. “It’s okay, Sir.”

“Good. Now twist your head so you can see me in the mirror.”

Again she obeyed.

He was standing directly behind her, still in just his suit trousers. He’d removed his shoes and socks, she wasn’t sure when. He looked so big and powerful, so dark and edgy and full of energy.

A tremor of anxiety went through her.

“Shh…” He smoothed his palm over her naked buttocks. “If you need to stop, you know what to say.”

“Yes, Sir.” She widened her stance. She could do this. She wanted to do this.

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